My old rhymes were good, to be sure, some were fine,
Very fine—you could hardly find fault with a line.
On occasions like this, I write new ones,” said he,
“For everything here is inspiring to me.
I can write of the things that I see on the spot,
And the dancers will notice that when I take thought,
I just leap upon Pegasus, speed him along,
Till my fancies go rhyming and turn to a song.
“I’m a very great poet, as every one knows.
See how dreamy I look, and how long my hair grows.